This is one of the most terrifying experiences that I have ever had!
I was living in an apartment in Southern California for only a short time,
it was five in the morning and my husband had just left for work. No sooner
did he go out the door when I heard the door open and 'walking' through the
living room to my bedroom. Then my bed sank and I just thought it was my
husband that he decided not to go to work. I turned around with a smile and
almost passed out! There was a huge fat man laying on his back and with his
head turned to me just giving me a big open mouth smile, revealing his rotten
teeth. His face was very pocked with red deep holes. He resembled my ex-husband,
with his Indian Chicasaw face, black hair and the heavy build, the man I
was married to at this time. I knew he wasn't human like us, but he was fully
manifested. I have seen ghost many times in my life and I always know they
are ghost, but I don't know how.<BR>

I didn't know what to do because he didn't show any signs of leaving,
so I decided to say the Lord's prayer, and with that he disappeared. But
only within a few seconds there was another ghost at the left hand foot of
the bed. He was a little wrinkle old man that was dressed in pirate apparel.
He too had rotten teeth that was revealed with him smiling as he walked slowly
toward me. He had a dirty white rag which he held out and was waving it at
me. I could smell the stench of death. It being a dry dusty and dirty odor.
Again I prayed the Lord's prayer and he too disappeared. I got up because
I was too fighten to stay in bed.<BR>

Several days later after my husband left for work at five, again I
was woken up by a young blond hair fellow. He actually had my right arm twisted
behind my back and had me in a sitting position, then said in an audible
voice, "I'll teach you!" Again I repeated the Lord's prayer and he too instantly
disappeared.

There are other things that both my husband and I witnessed while living
there, but not as frightening. We finally found out that the two families
that previously lived there almost had terrible tragedies. The first family
a child almost drowned in the swimming pool, and the last family the man
was almost killed in a car accident.

We heard voices, had a long experience with a cat coming to our door.
The manager accused me of feeding it.The water would turn on and I would
have to turn it off. Music play when we would go to bed and I would have
to turn off the stereo system. One morning I found all the stubs torn off
of twelve hundred dollars worth of travelers checks, and they were thrown
into the powder room wash bowl with water ran on them. Also orange balls
of light floated around in the living room at night. One night a couple in
the upstairs apartment were having sex and were using very graphic language.
We complained to the manager and she got upset with us because no one lived
in that particular apartment for two months.

We left when we found that the manager was involved in witchcraft.

I've had many experiences, but not quite so terrifying as in this one
dwelling. However I have had more than my share for one life time of the
paranormal, but one does become almost immune to feelings of fear. Ghost
are all around us, and those that can't see them and aren't aware of them
are fortunate. However we all must remember that there are good and bad
entities and we must try to be careful which ones we allow into our lives.
After all they use to be people like us in bodies of flesh and there are
many people I won't allow into my life, so why should I with the spirit world.
Sometimes spirits will attach themselves to one and they are extremely hard
to get rid of. I most certainly understand that.

I've been having a problem with certain spirits coming into me through
the night and talking. I record them on a voice activator, both in me and
just being in the bedroom. I was losing a lot of sleep so I bought a cross
and wore it during the day and put it under my pillow at night, but that
was like buying a piece of candy, it just didn't work. I read an article
on the web that suggested to keep a camera by one's bed and snap pictures
if you suspect there is an entity there. It has been going on two weeks
now and the first night one tried to come in me, by rocking my body back
and forth, it seems this is the proceedure for them to get in. Then they
start talking. I quickly grabbed my camera and snapped a picture with that
I was able to sleep the entire night without being disturbed. Finally last
night one of the ghosts tried again to come into me and again I grabbed the
camera and snapped a picture and the entity stopped. Can't say it left because
I don't know that. For some reason they just don't like having their picture
taken, so the camera can be a fabulous weapon. Can't use a gun, but sure
can use a camera!

Hope you enjoyed just one of many encounters I have had in my life
time and still am experiencing their antics, but am mellowed out and not
scared as when I was younger.

If anyone e-mails me please use the word "Ghosts" or I will delete
it for junk mail.

Well I don't know if you would like to put this down as a ghost seeing
experience which I have had plenty of those as well but this story I tell
you is absolutely true and means a lot to me and is always hard to tell cause
of the emotions involved with it but I feel that if this is a serious Web
page about such phenomenon then it might help support the beliefs of life
after death.

My experience began one night while sleeping. I don't
remember when it started but it felt very real and I know and don't question
that it was real. I walked from room to room looking for the right one. For
some reason my mother wasn't with me this time and the lights in the hospital
hallway were off. Except for the red glow of the emergency exit signs and
a bright light that extended from the bottom of a huge closed door at the
end of the corridor, all were off. Still walking and looking at the numbers
on the doors, I felt a cool breeze lightly drifting about. Then there he
was appearing... no materializing right before me. My grandfather, a very
tall man, stood before me looking down with sorrowful eyes and patting me
on the head told me that he was no longer with us, that he had passed on.
As he kneeled before me and put his hands on my shoulders and told me this,
I felt something pass between...no through him and into me. He smiled a little
then stood back up patted me on the head again and started walking towards
that huge door with the light and as he did the door slowly opened and people
stood inside with the light glowing around them and waved for him to enter.
I think that it was the strength and brightness of the light but he began
to dissolve into the light and as he did I woke with a shaft of sunlight
coming in through my window. Then I heard her. My mother downstairs on the
phone crying as the people at the hospital gave my mom the news of my
grandfathers death just minutes before they called her. When I walked down
stairs. She was about to tell me with tears streaming down her face. I told
her I knew...that I already knew. I told her that he told me. She looked
at me with puzzlment and I told her exactally what I wrote here.

My grandfather passed something over to me and to this day
I can feel my grandfather's presence with me and watching me. Wherever I
go he's there

So, to all you people looking for hope of life after. Yes,
I believe...no in my own way I know that there is more. We live a whole life
of experiences both big and small, for what to die and be no more..thats
it. I think not. I know not and so do you.

Let's start of this story with a little bit of an introduction.
I grew up in a house built right before WWII. To my knowledge I know of
no tragic deaths that occured in the house, although I do remember a previous
owner telling me about her son being killed in Vietnam. My parents have
lived in the house since 1974.

Since I was a small child I have felt uneasy when left alone and
would rarely stay in a room by myself. As I got older I hated being home
alone and would turn on lights in all connected rooms and shut the doors
to all the others. I was very afraid of the upstairs and would not venture
there alone until I was 13 and even then the hall light had to be on and
the bedroom doors closed. When I moved up there I would not go into my room
without a flashlight because the lightswitch was behind the door and I didn't
want to be in the dark even in the few moments it took me to turn on the
light.

Now to my story:

When I was little I used to see things that I called "rainbow hands."
They were multicolored arm shaped objects that I would see everywhere when
I was little. I remember they usually appeared around walls and seemed to
be reaching out of them. I also remember that upon occasion I would wake
up to see a rainbow hand above my head sticking out of the wall.

The rainbow hands didn't scare me until I got older. I stopped
seeing them for awhile and decided that they were due to my overactive
imagination. But then one day I saw one reaching out of the kitchen wall.
I closed my eyes and reopened them and it was gone. I started to think
that I was looney. I was only 10 or 11 and hadn't learned yet that ghosts
weren't always white and see through, but could come in many forms.

One day I was talking to my Aunt when I mentioned the rainbow hands
and she said that she used to see them too, but only out of the corner of
her eye. This freaked me out really bad and for a long time I slept with
a nightlight on.

I haven't seen any rainbow hands in a long time... maybe 7 or 8
years now.